The Adventures of Queen Draqueesha and the Undead Composer Mozart

Chapter 8 - Coffee and Answers

A/N : Erm... so I'm not so happy with this chapter. Would really appreciate any constructive criticism

Mozart stood in Draqueesha's room for long minutes. Silent. Shocked. He didn't know what to do. His eyes raked over the room, unable to fully process what had transpired. He looked at the exit, blown open, a gaping hole that had been left. He looked at Draqueesha's bed, the sheets tangled and stained with blood. He looked at the posters which had been torn from the walls and crushed underfoot. Mozart looked everywhere but the fluffy rug on the floor, where Constanze's crumpled body lay. Mozart knew that he'd have to leave at some point, before the corpse started stinking.

Mozart walked out silently. He took the elevator, and walked straight out of the front door, right past the policeman who had begun to arrive. He continued on, careful to avoid anyone's eyes. He sat at the sculpture garden for a few minutes, unsure of what to do. Then he came to a conclusion.

Mozart didn't know anywhere else to go; he'd need a fresh pair of clothes, and a decent plan. And he knew only one person other than Draqueesha.

"Greg, what's going on?" Adrianna Sewick opened the door, looking down on him from her formidable height. "What happened to Draqueesha? I heard all the commotion. And something about a corpse?". Mozart sighed. This would take a little bit of explaining.

"Can I come in?"

"Sure. I guess."

Adrianna shifted to the side, and Mozart entered the cramped apartment. It smelt good, like coffee, warmth and spices. It was a small place, albeit charming. The clear blue walls, made the whole thing look airy, even though piles of music books and random instruments where piled everywhere. Adriana's schoolbooks were spread over her mattress, which lay on the floor. The scene instantly put Mozart at ease, as if he had suddenly wrapped himself in a comfy duvet.

"You want some coffee?" Adrianna looked at him, concerned. Mozart realised that he hadn't slept for a long while, the action of last night robbing him from even the opportunity of a power nap.

"That... That would be nice" he said, staggering over to the bar chair near the counter and settling into it comfortably. He watched Adrianna reach the topmost counters with ease, pulling out two mugs with a slight 'clink' and removing the coffee jug from underneath the filter. It could hardly be called a kitchen. It was a few cupboards, an induction stove, a microwave oven and a mini fridge. They were all blue or green moulded plastic. She put half milk, half coffee in a red mug, just like Mozart liked it, and sat down next to him as the microwave began its countdown.

"You're name isn't Greg, is it?"

Mozart nodded as Adrianna walked over to the microwave and removed the steaming mug, placing it in front of him. She sat there expectantly, as Mozart wrapped his hands around it, heat leeching into his hands and flowing up through his arms. He took a sip, and warmth spread through his core. It felt nice.

"How do I begin" he started, opening his mouth. "My name is Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, but if you call me Ammy, I'll have no choice but to land a punch". Adrianna snorted.

"I'd like to see you try, pudgy music man."

"Can I continue she-Hulk composer?"

She grinned, nodding. And took a sip to satiate her laughter.

"I'm not from here, from this universe" he told her the whole thing. He continued until he had drained his cup, then they paused, eating toaster waffles. After a second cup a load of maple syrup, he finished his tale.

"I can't believe you're a cat burglar!" she smiled wide. "How did you manage to get into the museum in the first place? Did you do laser gymnastics?"